Tearing in the Belly

And between two people without knowing it a love may grow up, and a link may form, and no one knows or guesses. And so it has been. I did not know. But when it is over, it is over, then it is tearing inside, it is ‘tearing in the belly’, one would wish oneself dead and unborn. And one does little things and goes to see friends and does one’s work and fusses with this and that and feels in one’s heart the drift and dribble of penultimate things, and thinks: Tomorrow I shall be dead.